I find myself needing to buy a pair of swimming goggles again. I swam semiregularly for several years, starting around the turn of the century/millennium, when my body started telling me I was no longer an adolescent, even though I displayed the emotional maturity of one. I even joined U.S. Masters Swimming. To those unfamiliar with it, Masters Swimming is open to ages 17 and older and provides opportunities for folks to race and/or swim workout routines in an organized environment, via Masters Swimming clubs. Track and field offers something similar – masters track through USA Track & Field, as I learned from a 1980s sitcom, of all places. Around the time I joined U.S. Masters Swimming, I bought some swimming goggles and Speedo trunks and started swimming regularly with a club in Roeland Park, Kansas. It was the one place in the metro area, it seemed, where I could get coaching on my technique as I dreamed of being an old-coot version of Michael Phelps – or Mark Spitz, to use…